“I-I’m a regressor,” Kim Hyun-Sung confessed.

“...”

‘Why are your hands shaking? I know you don’t have hand tremors.’

I knew he was anxious about all this, and he looked like a criminal who was waiting for his sentence. He looked like he was contemplating whether he had made the right decision or not, and he probably wanted to turn back time to postpone his confession once more.

I didn’t say anything. I acted like I was in deep contemplation, which made him feel even more anxious.

I knew that he was going to confess, but it wouldn’t hurt to delay my reaction.

‘I’m a regressor.’

Wow.

‘I’m a regressor.’

Geez.

Those words were so pleasant in my ears. I had suffered a lot just to hear those words, and it would be petty for me to do this, but I had to take revenge. I remained silent because it would increase his anxiety. Of course, I wasn’t doing this because I had a fetish for harassing people. His anxious face just made me feel better for some reason.

“Ah, is that right? You’re actually...